School was only back for one week and already Harold Honeyman, the beloved principal of Cactus Flats Elementary, was holding a βbehavior problemβ conference with a student and his parents.
Honeyman could see the Turners waiting in his outer office with their surly, sullen, scab-picking sixth-grader, the notorious Turk Turner. Honeyman invited them in. βHave a seat.β
Turner elbowed his son, gestured at the βBe kindβ poster behind Honeymanβs desk and snickered. βTell me, Honeyman, has our little champ here been unkind to some crybaby here at this dump?β
βAccording to these reports your son has committed offenses which merit expulsion.β
Turk stopped fingering his left nostril long enough to mutter, βTheyβre all liars. Especially Assistant Principal Dominguez. Mexicans canβt be fair. He isnβt fit to judge me. Heβs a hater.β
βYour son was observed mocking a disabled student reporter from our school newspaper.β
Mr. Turner scowled and waved it off. βIt was a joke!β
βIn science class he called our science teacher, Mr. Larry Jenkins, βlyinβ Larryβ and said global warming was a βstupid jokeβ. He called his female classmates βfat pigsβ and βdogs.β He asked our receptionist if she was βbleeding out her wherever.β He called our cafeteria worker, Mr. Alvarez, a βdrug-dealing rapist who came here to steal votes.β He called two students, Ali and Jasmine, βterrorists,β and said he was banning βall Muslimsβ from our campus.β
Mr. Honeyman ignored the high-five Mr. Turner slapped across his sonβs raised hand.
βHe referred to Maurice Washington, a second-grader, as βmy African-Americanβ. He encouraged Biff Barnes to beat up a third-grader because she called your son a βbig stupid bully.β One eyewitness said he told Barnes to, βpunch her right in the face.β Your son told Susie Shapiro, the granddaughter of a POW, that her late grandfather was no war hero because βonly losers get caught.β β
βMy boy is just telling it like it is.β
βAnd then thereβs his performance, Mr. Turner. He doesnβt do homework. He refuses to read! He heckles the teachers. He doesnβt know the Constitution. He canβt find Ukraine on a globe. Heβs incapable of uttering a complete coherent sentence. What do you have to say for yourself, Turk?β
βAll I know, all I need to know, I learned from watching the foxes on Fox. They have some hot looking anchors, donβt they, pop?β
βTens. Except for that Greta Van Susteren. My God, that faceββ
Honeyman pointed sternly at the βBe kindβ poster behind his head. Mr. Turner demurred and then sighed. βSo what, exactly, is the problem, Honeyman?β
βHe started a βTitans for Trumpβ club here on campus.β
βA club sounds great!β
βThanks, pop. Weβre going to make school great again. Weβve already got three members: βCronkβ DiMaggio, Scooter βGimme your lunch moneyβ Gilmore and Biff Barnes. Weβre telling kids to support Trump β or else!β Turk smacked the open palm of his hand with his fist and grinned. βWeβre gonna make school great again!β
Honeyman was speechless.
βWant to meet our sponsor? Donald Trump is right outside.β Turk Turner jumped out of his seat and dragged an imperious and irritated Trump into Honeymanβs office. Trump gestured at Honeyman to sit back down.
βYou need a wall, Honeyman. Your school is not secure. Itβs terrible. I hope youβre Second Amendment people, Honeyman. I hope youβre packing a semi-auto. And I mean that. Whatβs with your receptionist out front? Wow. Sheβs a definite 10. She is really something. Hotter than my daughter, Ivanka!β
Honeyman was still speechless.
βWhat? Too creepy? Nah. Tip of the iceberg. Hey, I noticed something about your dump, Honeyman. Whatβs with all the Latinos you got here on your campus? They got birth certificates? And what kind of name is Honeyman? That Kenyan?β
βMr. Trump, about the boyβs clubββ
βA phenomenal idea! Kidβs a genius. Theyβll need shirts. Brown shirts would be nice.β
Honeyman repeated what he had just heard. βBrown shirts?β
Trump studied the wall behind Mr. Honeyman. βWhatβs with the poster? βBe Kindβ? What kind of crap is that? Thatβs weak. Very weak. Thatβs what losers say. And our Mr. Turk here is a winner! Arenβt you, boy? Heβs going to win so much heβs going to get sick of winning β believe you me. You doing your homework, Turk?β
βNo, sir. Homework is for losers.β
βI love this kid!!β
Honeyman stood up. βMr. and Mrs. Turner, we have standards for academic achievement, decency, and respect here at Cactus Flats Elementary. Youβve fallen short. Weβre expelling you, Turk Turner. Leave this campus immediately. All of you.β
As Honeyman ushered the four of them out of his office Trump yelled.
βWay to rig the system, Honeyman! Crooked Honeyman! Crooked Honeyman! The systemβs rigged!β
Honeyman lifted his walkie-talkie to his mouth and smiled. βSecurity.β